No woman In Alexandria can pray more fervently than I that Cleopatra and her friend may conquer Octavianus.
His cold nature, highly as my brother esteems him, is repellent to me.

But when I gaze at Octavia's beautiful, chaste, queenly, noble countenance, the mirror of true womanly purity--" "You can rejoice," Archibius added, completing the sentence, and laying his right hand soothingly on the arm of the excited woman, "only it would be advisable at this time to put the portrait elsewhere, and rest satisfied with confiding your opinion of Octavia to your brother and a friend as reliable as myself.

If we conquer, such things may pass; if not--The messenger tarries long--" Here Barine again entreated him to use the time.

She had only once had the happiness of being noticed by the Queen--just after her song at the Adonis festival.

Then Cleopatra had advanced to thank her.